Yen, flanked by the others, positioned themselves just beyond the threshold of the room. Their collective presence formed a silent tableau of anticipation as they awaited the conclusion of the maids' task.Yen had meticulously orchestrated this next step. Ensuring that the ladies were equipped with the appropriate materials to shield themselves from the impending olfactory assault, he had made certain that they were armed with nothing more than a pair of pills.These pills, like tiny sentinels of defense, were consumed before entry, a barrier against the impending discomfort that would accompany the cleansing process. And so, as the maids worked diligently within, the small group outside held an unspoken vigil, the corridor a canvas upon which their patience and cooperation painted a picture of unity in the face of adversity.While the maids worked their magic inside the room, their presence a flurry of purposeful activity, the doctors gathered in a huddle, their interactions a blend
Yen found himself seated opposite Wingyu, their positions mirroring the unspoken tension that thrummed in the air between them. The room itself was an expansive haven of knowledge, a symphony of thought and introspection embodied by the numerous bookshelves that lined the walls. Yen's gaze swept across the expanse, a silent testament to his appreciation for the intellectual atmosphere that enveloped the space.'Yeah, the part Yen liked about him is his consistent drive to study more.' The echo of memory played in Yen's mind as his eyes roved across the shelves, each one a testament to Wingyu's unceasing pursuit of knowledge. Yen's gaze, a flicker of subtle avoidance, ventured across the expanse, sidestepping the penetrating gaze that Wingyu cast upon him.The room, its dimensions a realm of possibility, housed two couches that stood as companions in the corner. One, larger and more inviting, sat beside its smaller counterpart, a juxtaposition that seemed to mirror the relationship bet
«««FlashBack»»»Yen made his way out of the alley, heading back into the streets as the sun began to vanish from the sky, the moon and stars taking its place.He had been left mute ever since he saw the items and pills on the market section of the panel as well as their prices.Yen remembered the cheapest pill went for 10SC and even though he didn't know how hard it would be to get it, he had high hopes.The currency of the system was different from all currencies Yen knew but there was a hack to it.The system could absorb any expensive item and sell them to make money for Yen or even better, it could absorb any currency and turn it into the system's equilvalent of that currency.As he walked on the street, a smile remained on his face."You said I already have a mission. Read out its details as well as the reward. It might be our ticket to the first pill we'll be buying."{Mission: Stop a crime.Difficulty: Very lowDescription: As the name implies, you are required to stop a crime
Yen's face lit up with a smile as he emerged from his reverie, reflecting on the initial mission Stem had entrusted to him and how he had executed it with results that exceeded Stem's expectations.{How do we go about dealing with this family?} Stem's question jolted Yen back to the present. It was a stark reminder that he now stood within the estate of the family he likely despised more than any other.Yen, momentarily lost in thought, had almost forgotten his surroundings. He let out a sigh and then responded, "We just have to make them pay, right? Does it matter the way we do it?" His face bore a curious expression, as he contemplated a course of action that wouldn't entail causing harm to the family's members.{Not really, but I could suggest a few ways to do so. One such would be to buy off the family. That would be a great payback, but another would be to operate from the shadows—create turmoil in their business without them ever discerning the cause…}"There's no need for anoth
Yen's words were like a soothing oasis in the midst of a desert for Ming, providing a sense of solace that warmed her heart. Her smile widened, embracing the comfort his words brought."You know, you not only sound like him, you speak like him and act like him. The previous Yen, I mean." She lowered her head, her voice tinged with a hint of melancholy as she thought of his apparent demise. "I miss him." Ming's wistful words hung in the air, a poignant reminder of the Yen they had seemingly lost.{Fate works in mysterious ways, huh? She misses him but he's right in front of her. He wants her, but he's not prepared to reveal himself to her.}Stem's voice reverberated in Yen's thoughts, carrying with it a sly chuckle that underscored the irony of their situation. Ming's longing for the Yen she believed was gone clashed with Yen's own hidden presence, and the complexity of their connection hung in the air, a puzzle yet to be unraveled."You'll end up being in silent mode if this keeps on,
With a grin that stretched from ear to ear, Rotlitch hopped into the car alongside Yen. He eagerly turned the key in the ignition, and the vehicle roared to life, surging forward a few seconds later."It was quite the figure, I must admit," Rotlitch remarked, his smile radiant and infectious, illuminating the dimly lit interior of the car."About 150,000,000 Khartos, correct?" Yen inquired, his knowledge of the service's value apparent in his questioning."170,000,000 Khartos to be precise," Rotlitch replied, his correction adding a bit more value to the impressive sum.Yen nodded, his understanding and satisfaction evident. The figure aligned well with his expectations. After all, his services extended beyond the ordinary, such as making an elderly woman in her eighties appear a decade younger, a remarkable achievement unmatched by any other doctor in the city.Yen sat in contemplative silence as they drove back to the company that now had Rotlitch as its acting owner.{You'll have t
Yen rose from his comfy bed, the soft morning light filtering through the curtains, casting a warm, golden glow across the room. His feet met the cool, wooden floor, a gentle reminder that another day had begun. It felt different today, though. Something was amiss, and Yen couldn't help but notice the absence of Stem, the quirky system that usually stirred up a series of little mishaps each morning.As he stretched and yawned, a subtle longing tugged at his heart for the usual chaos that accompanied his mornings. He glanced at the clock on the wall; it had only been a few minutes since he'd opened his eyes. "Stem's probably just in a bad mood," Yen muttered to himself, his voice tinged with a touch of amusement and fondness. With a shrug, he shuffled towards the bathroom, eager to wash off the traces of sleep that clung to him.Exiting the bathroom, Yen emerged ten minutes later, clad in his customary white towel securely fastened around his waist, his damp hair tousled from his showe
{Missed me?} Stem's voice, long absent, reverberated in Yen's ears after hours of silence."No, I did not," Yen replied, his gaze fixed on the pills spread out before him. Despite the interruption, he remained dedicated to evaluating each pill meticulously, a task he had grown proficient in over time.With a deft touch and a discerning sense of smell, he could distinguish the defective pills from the rest, even without Stem's assistance.{No, you did. It's obvious.} Stem's voice took on a mocking tone as it observed Yen's meticulous manual evaluation process."There's no proof," Yen retorted, his hands deftly sorting the pills and tossing the defective ones into a basket in one corner of the room.{Seeing how you're exhausted from this, it's obvious you'll be craving my aid,} Stem chuckled, its digital presence radiating a hint of amusement."Then get to work!" Yen scolded, frustration tainting his voice as he continued to evaluate the pills, relying solely on his sense of smell. His